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ABSENCE TEXT	[ 1994/12/30 ] Calling out behind the sun In caustic bits of empty thought The fleeting flesh probe on the run Within the mental ether caught Resting in its foul domain Retreating from the brazen light Our source of joy, our source of pain Endlessly in corporal night To tear this terror from my soul Removing horrors from my head Would leave me as a vacant hole Serene and peaceful; cold and dead
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